Less than perfect.
These pandemic days, weeks, months... have left me feeling off. Floundering at times for focus, for energy, for direction, for peace. But when I go out and walk, or poke around in the garden, or sit for a bit and just be in the presence of flowers, I breathe deeply and let the worries slip away. I catch glimpses of the freedom they have to be less than perfect and still beautifully, uncomplicatedly, offering themselves to the world as gift freely given and received. That is enough. - Wendy Janzen
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